XXXIV

Run over the rocks of this river
Until beds are made in the stone.
Wash us into those grooves
Two souls cradled
Resting in the softness of the water.

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XXXIV

XXXI

I don’t hold their shoulders back anymore.
No, I let them stand tall, in fullest expression,
Walking into the world as they choose.
They go before me, marking territory & claiming the ground as free
Cavaliers, soldiers, witnesses, friends.

XXXI

XXIX

This water washed us once before over moons & time,
Making the slate clean from the words we tried to write.
We closed our eyes underneath the waves
And when we surfaced our bodies were new.
With space for love & none for judgment.
Witnesses.

XXIX